Chapter 25: Chapter 25 Bench Press
"His kicking movements should be exerting force like this"
"A bit faster, but it still doesn't seem right."
"Is there a problem with the posture in the second half?"
Lu Yuan followed the memories of the battle with the middle-aged man in the consciousness battle, those impressive fragments of moves.
Keep imitating, keep practicing, keep correcting
He felt that his kicking speed seemed to be getting faster.
Each kick became sharper and more powerful.
I don't know how long it took.
"Whew--"
Lu Yuan gasped for breath, his chest heaving up and down, gradually withdrawing from the state of [Absolute Focus].
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the first thing he did was to check his profession panel.
[Basic Leg Techniques lv4 (160/800)]
Lu Yuan was startled, then delighted.
He remembered that the experience value of Basic Leg Techniques lv4 was only fifty yesterday, but now it has reached one hundred and sixty.
This practice of his increased his experience value by more than a hundred?!
"Practicing with a benchmark reference is indeed very fast, and a few actual combats are also the key.
There is no clearer teaching method than getting beaten up at close range."
Lu Yuan tried to kick out.
Even after a long period of practice, his physical strength was depleted, and the muscles in his legs were sore and numb.
But this kick still kicked out a slight sound of breaking through the air, and the speed was obviously faster than before.
"The direction is right."
Lu Yuan couldn't help but show a satisfied smile on his face, "Next, I just need to keep working hard in this direction."
Lu Yuan looked at the increase in professional experience again, it was about 10 points more.
From this, it can be inferred that this practice lasted about an hour or so.
Just as he was about to ask Liu Yue the time, he turned his head and found that most of the people in the training room were looking at him.
The expression is a bit strange.
Liu Yue's face beside him was full of admiration.
"Lu Yuan, you are really amazing!"
Liu Yue's round face flushed slightly, stars appeared under her glasses, and she said excitedly: "Your kicks just now were so handsome!"
"Uh"
Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment before he realized.
It turned out that it was his leg technique practice that "shocked" all these people.
Think about it.
The fighting leg technique he learned from the middle-aged man was honed in actual combat, and the moves were fierce.
With a strength of 11 points, if the way of exerting force is correct, he can even kick out the wind.
A group of beginners in martial arts who were fishing in the basic class were not surprised.
A man in his thirties wearing glasses came up to him with a smile, holding a mobile phone in his hand.
"Little brother, your leg skills are really good.
"Add me on V, let's chat when you are free."
"Sorry, I didn't bring my phone."
Lu Yuan's words made the man in glasses back away in embarrassment, and then he asked Liu Yue.
"How long have I been practicing?"
"One hour and seven minutes."
Liu Yue's answer was without hesitation.
Lu Yuan basically asked her the time every class, and she has now developed the habit of timing Lu Yuan every time.
Almost the same as his own estimation.
Lu Yuan then wondered, "Did Coach Lin not come?"
"Yes, I took a look at the door and asked us to practice by ourselves and then left again.
You were training at the time, so you might not have seen it."
It seems that Lin Zhiqin is going to skip this class again.
Even though Lu Yuan has a good temper, he can't help but feel a little bit critical when he encounters a coach with such an attitude as Lin Zhiqin.
but
Lin Zhiqin's absence from class just happened to make it easier for him to do something else.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuan told Liu Yue.
"If Coach Lin comes, tell him that I have something to do and ask for a half-class leave."
"Oh oh."
Liu Yue nodded obediently.
When Lu Yuan reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and shouted at Lu Yuan's back: "Water! You haven't drunk water yet! Lu Yuan"
Unfortunately, Lu Yuan's figure disappeared in a flash.
Liu Yue held the vitamin energy drink that she had prepared early and specially selected before coming, looked at the door, and pouted in disappointment.
Lu Yuan left the training room and came to the lobby of the martial arts gym.
Looking around, his eyes quickly locked on one person.
It was a girl, about twenty years old.
She was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt with the words Yuanwu Hall printed on it, and she also had a work card hanging around her neck.
In fact, there are many such people in the martial arts gym, mainly responsible for reception and guidance.
Most of them were recruited from nearby universities.
More girls.
"Hello, where is the device for measuring fist strength?"
When he walked over, the girl was staring intently at several male students exercising in the strength training area, and Lu Yuan's question startled her.
"Measure the device for measuring fist strength."
The girl's face flushed obviously, and then she quickly pointed in a direction.
"Go straight ahead to the left. Forget it, I'll take you there."
The girl led Lu Yuan to a large room with some training equipment in it.
This is also a training room, but it looks much more advanced than the one in the hall outside.
"This is our senior training area, the device for measuring fist strength is right there.
You can wait until they finish using it before you go there."
The girl pointed to something that looked like a large upright sandbag and whispered to Lu Yuan, as if it was something against the rules.
"Thank you."
Lu Yuan thanked the girl, then walked into the training room.
There were three or four people around the fist strength testing device that the girl was referring to, all of whom looked like young men and women.
"Amazing, Mingyu, this punch can reach the fourth rank!"
"Hehe, you think I practice every day for nothing."
"Let me test it, let me try it!"
The few of them chatted and laughed, looking relaxed. Lu Yuan just glanced at him when he came in, and then ignored him.
"For senior students only."
Lu Yuan saw the words posted on the wall, and then he understood why the girl before had to whisper to him.
"Senior student, isn't Cheng Peng a senior student?
If asked, I will say that I am Cheng Peng."
Lu Yuan had no psychological burden, and while the few people were occupying the fist strength machine, he wandered around.
Found that the training equipment here is indeed diverse.
There are some for training arm strength, wrist strength, and finger strength that Lu Yuan can't figure out how to use.
There is also a 100-inch LCD TV hanging on the wall in the middle of the room.
The screen plays tutorials on basic boxing, leg techniques, and footwork in a loop.
Lu Yuan turned around and finally stopped in front of a bench press, tried it, and added it to 130 kg, and he still felt that he had some strength left.
I felt relieved immediately.
Generally speaking, fist strength is always higher than bench press.
The former focuses on instantaneous explosive power, while the latter focuses more on sustained output power.
In comparison, Lu Yuan feels that the latter is more suitable as a standard to measure a person's strength.
Because fist strength is too dependent on skill.
An ordinary person who doesn't know how to punch at all and an experienced boxer, with the same amount of strength, the fist strength values that the two can burst out may be very different.
"The normal bench press level of a 9-point strength adult male is about 60 kg, and I have already exceeded this value by more than twice.
The difference of 2 points in strength is even greater than I imagined!"
Lu Yuan was about to see where his limit was.
At this time, the young men and women who were surrounding the fist strength machine had already finished and began to walk towards this side.
His eyes flickered, and he quickly stood up and walked straight to the position of the fist strength machine.
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